Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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Gladys Hudson, ' 23. CYRUS Holmes, Taney Town ' s big postmaster, leaned through the post- master ' s window, talking to a small girl, Dodo, aged five, who was much enthused about talking to Uncle Cy. Come, Dora. Come here at once, a woman ' s voice called sharply. Almost before Cyrus Holmes realized it, the little visitor was whisked away out of his sight by her mother, who never wanted Dodo to talk to Uncle Cy. And Cyrus wondered. At the supper table Cyrus wondered again. Mother was unusually quiet. Even Bee, their youngest daughter, and the only one at home now, was silent, although usually such a chatterbox. Soon the feeling that he was being watched became unbearable. What ' s the matter that Bee isn ' t going to the dance with Dan? He asked slowly, turning to his wife. If it ' s the clothes, we ' ll manage that. It ' s not the clothes, but I think there ' s some trouble between Dan and Bee, she stammered, and set hurriedly to picking up the dishes. Cyrus arose and ambled off to the barn, followed by Dickie, the ancient spaniel. Amid the clutter of miniature houses, in his work room under the rafters he began to think. Once he had longed to be a great architect, so when the children came he built doll houses for them. Gradually his children grew up and the little girls of Taney Town all brought Uncle Cy bits of flowered silk and wall paper, lace from candy boxes and the like, and adored him as he formed the tiny trifles into lace eui ' tains, and dimunitive upholstered chairs. He especially adored all things Elizabethan, and occupied himself in copy- ing in detail an Elizabethan banquet hall with it ' s great oak table, it ' s tapestries and armor. Cyrus pressed Dickies head tightly between the palms of his hands, rose and groped for the lantern near by. For a long time bending there in the flickering light of the lantern, he worked in utter content at a morsel of difficult carving.